You hated him. You hated everything about him. His lies and his smile. His hair. His laugh. Everything, but his eyes were different.
He was the one that kept you up all night, he was the one that never replied.
He loved you. But not enough.
It was last year that you saw him cheating. He was grinding on your best friend at homecoming. You left for five minutes to go to the restroom, and you came back to this.
His smile said he was loving it. His laugh did too. But his eyes. They were full of fear, but you never let that get to you. He cheated on you.
You left homecoming with messy makeup and a shattered heart. He never saw you, which made it worse.
You blocked his, his parents and his home number. You threw away clothes he said that looked good on you. You threw away gifts he gave to you. And you tried to throw away all the thoughts of him. And the memories. And his scent. And him.
The first time he tried to talk to you was on your front door step. His eyes looked tired and sad, his lips were arched in a frown, and his hair was a mess. It was the day after homecoming. He kept repeating the same thing, "What did I do?". You know he knew what he did.
He made you turn crazy, he made you scared, he made you into the person you were now.
The past week his eyes would water whenever he saw you. You always told yourself it was an act.
The second was by hard the worst, you noticed he wouldn't eat or talk to his friends. Even his closest, Ryan. You knew you should've done something. You were just too selfish. The worst was when he looked at you and started struggling for breath.
That weekend Ryan called you. He told you that he cries himself to sleep, doesn't eat or talk. You knew you should've done something.
The third week he was happy, he wouldn't glance at you. He would bump into you, and act like you weren't there. His smile made you sad, it made you realize what you missed. But his eyes were so so sad.
That weekend a rumor started, he banged the lead cheerleader. You didn't understand, he always hated them. He would explain how cheerleaders were so fake to you. He would tell you that you were more beautiful then any girl that does flips and are sluts.
The next week he would smirk at you, making your heart crumble. You would always ask yourself if he was trying to kill you. But you never gave it much thought.
The fifth week was when you noticed. You noticed scars all over his arms. You did this to him. His eyes were stating that he was in a deep depression. By this time, he blocked out everyone but sluts and jocks. He was turning into someone different.
Last week, the sixth week, he came to school with another confident smile planted on his face. It was so fake.
So now, it's Monday morning. And you are scared for your life. You hated him. You loved him.
You walk up the stairs of the school and felt your stomach drop as you saw Brayden and girl making out in the corner. He saw you, and his eyes shattered. He started crying. You were in shock. You started to regain sense and went into the school.
"____, wait!" Brayden's voice echoed through the empty hallway.
You turn around, feeling tears stream down your face.
"What Brayden? Haven't you done enough?"
"I-" his voice became weak. "I love you."
"I love you too." You said, as the wrapped his safe arms around you. Making you feel right.
I'm so iffy about this. I'm sorry if it's bad. I figured that I needed to update so here this is. Right now I'm reading this long fanfic and it's taking up most of my life. I'm pretty sure I'm addicted.
Well yup.
OH AND THANK YOU FOR 375 READS THAT IS AMAZING. I really love you guys. Never be hesitant to maybe correct my grammar. I'm trying to improve my writing.
Cya.
